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The King That Almost Wasn't Pt.1 Let me tell you a story, a tale if you will, of a king and a kingdom set high on a hill. A kingdom of pixies, tree nymphs and fairies, that dwell in a forest mid flowers and berries. Where Ashta was king, was king, said he! but most of the land did most disagree. They wanted a change, a change they proclaimed. A new king they wanted, a new king be named. For Ashta, you see, was so grumpy and mean. He was mad or sad, there was no in between. He'd heard what they wanted, he’d heard what they said. It filled him with sadness, madness and dread. King Ashta was worried, they wanted his crown. They booed and they hissed, when he came into town. He thought of his treasures, his kingdom and more. He thought of his castle with its cold marble floor. It echoed whenever he walked here and there. The only sound heard down the hall, down the stair. He thought of his throne and he thought of his crown. He thought of the children that dwelled in the town. They skipped and they jumped and they did it with glee. They laughed and they played and they shouted tee hee! He thought 'twould be nice to have children inside to sing or to dance, to seek and to hide. A daughter to pamper, a daughter to scold or a son in his image, a prince to behold. He pondered and wondered took heed of his life. The answer came clear he must take a wife. A queen was the answer a queen they could love. But the king was uncertain, he knew nothing of, A fairy to love him, a fairy to see the good king inside the king he could be. She’d have to be gentle, she’d have to be kind. She’d have to love children, and be sound of mind. I shall tell all the kingdom, of the plan that I speak. I’ll tell them tomorrow or maybe next week. And one gloomy night, t’was a glorious day. The king he did spake, he did have his say. 'I plan to be married, yea, I plan to be wed. I plan to have children, to tuck in their bed.' 'A prince I shall have, a son of my own. To honor my name, to sit on my throne.' 'So, go ye in haste, on my orders you carry. A maiden you seek, to be Queen of the Fairy!' 'Not pixie, nor nymph, but a beautiful sprite, on this ye be sure and I bid you goodnight!' |
Additional Notes:
This is part one of a children's story I am writing, it is my first in this genre.
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